Male Encounters: Hiro Hamada x Reader

Male Encounters
Sequel to Female Encounters: www.deviantart.com/art/Female-…
Warning: Contains content that is mildly inappropriate.  It's meant to be more funny than anything else, but I felt the need for a warning anyways.  There's nothing explicit or overtly mature, but it might make you blush if you're particularly sensitive.  I'd probably still rate this like PG-13 or something.


“Hey, Cass!” you greet as you enter the café.

She looks up from the customer that she was ringing up and smiles.  “Hey, (Name)!  Hiro’s still up in his room getting ready.  Feel free to head up there yourself.”

You nod and begin to navigate your way through the chairs and tables to get to the back, “Thanks!”

You make your way upstairs, glancing at all the family photos hanging on the wall as you do.  When you get up to Hiro’s bedroom, you notice his bathroom door is closed and you can hear the shower running.  With a shrug, you move to sit in his computer chair.  You didn’t mind waiting, since you had shown up a little earlier than expected.  You had a couple of chores that your mom made you do before coming, but you did them faster than you thought you would, so you were able to leave your house early.

You occupy your time by picking up and inspecting the random objects scattered across Hiro’s cluttered desk.  It always boggles your mind at how he can fit so much stuff into as tiny a space as his bed room.  Every summer, his Aunt threatens to hold a garage sale for all his stuff if he doesn’t clean up his room, but for the rest of the year his room is as messy as ever.

After a few minutes, you hear the shower turn off.  You can then hear the glass door move in its track.  You look over when the bathroom door opens.  Hiro steps out with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist.  He doesn’t notice you as he walks over to his drawers to look for clothes to wear.

Your eyes widen and you feel yourself blush as your eyes scan over him.  He had a growth spurt over the past two years that you’ve known him, but you never quite realized how muscular he’d become.  In what universe did a 16 year old look like this?  His dark hair is plastered to his face and causes water droplets to fall on his bare shoulders and chest.  Your eyes can’t help but follow their movements as they slide down the plains of his chest and stomach, only to disappear into the towel around his waist.

Your face turns ten different shades of red as you have to pry your gaze away from him.  You mentally chastise yourself for checking out your best friend.  You open your mouth to announce your presence, but can’t seem to find your voice.  Instead, you decide to clear your throat.

“Gah!” Hiro jumps in surprise and looks over at where the sound came from.  When he sees you sitting in his computer chair, his eyes widen, “(Name)!”  In his surprise, he goes to take a step back, not realizing that there’s a soccer ball on the ground behind him.  The ball rolls when his foot lands on it, making Hiro trip and fall backwards.

You wince at the loud thud of his body slamming into the hardwood floor.  “Geez, are you okay?!  I didn’t mean to scare you!”  You push yourself up from the chair to go check on him.  “Oh my God!” you scream and slap your hands over your eyes when you find out that his towel slipped loose when he fell.

“What?!” he asks, responding to your panicked scream.  He pushes himself up onto his elbows and sees you with your hands over your eyes.  “What’s wrong?”

“Cover yourself!” you yell at him.

“Huh?” he looks down and sees what’s become of his towel.  “Holy-!  Well, don’t look!”

“Too late, numbskull!!!”

“Turn around!”

You do as you are told and you can hear him scramble up to his feet.  He quickly opens and closes several drawers to get what he needs and throws on the clothes.

“What are you doing here, anyways?!  We weren’t supposed to meet for another half hour,” he says as he changes.

“I finished my chores early and thought we could get a head start,” you explain, lowering your hands from your eyes to your flaming cheeks.  The air is thick with awkward tension as you both stand there not looking at each other.  “I can’t believe I just saw your…” you can’t even say it.

“My junk?” he fills in, stepping up behind you.

You take in a deep breath to settle down your racing pulse and turn to face him.  You punch him in the shoulder, “We’re even now from that time that you saw me in my underwear.”

He scoffs and shakes his head, “We are not even because of this.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, just because you showed me yours doesn’t mean I’m going to show you mine.”

“I didn’t show you!  It was an accident!” he defends himself.  “And you didn’t have to look!”

“I went over to see if you were okay!  It’s not like I wanted to see that!” you have to glare up at him, now that he’s taller than you.

He looks down at you and smirks, “Don’t lie.  You liked it.”

Your cheeks flush pink, despite your glare, “Did not!”

“Then why are you blushing?” he taunts.

“Shut up!” you swing your fist out to punch him again, but he grabs your wrist and stops you.  With a hard tug, he pulls you closer and wraps his other arm around your waist.  “Ew!  Let go of me, you gross boy!” you yell out, struggling to get away from him.

He laughs at your reaction, “You didn’t seem to care before.”  His grip tightens slightly on your wrist as you try to shake him off.

“That was before I saw you naked!”  You put your free hand on his shoulder and try to push away, but you only end up arching your back, because you can’t get out of his grip on your waist.

Hiro grins and leans forward, “Let me just cover you in a bunch of cooties,” he tells you, rubbing his face and hair against your neck.

“Ew!  Hiro, you’re hair’s still wet!  You’re covering me in water!” you yell out, struggling even more.  He chuckles and suddenly lets go of you.  Not expecting it, you yelp and fall backwards.  “Ouch!  That wasn’t very nice,” you pout from your seated position on the floor.

“You’re the one that wanted me to let go.”  He turns to his computer chair to grab his jacket which is draped over the back.

“Why are you so mean to me?” you mumble, pushing yourself up.

“I’m taking you on a tour of my campus, aren’t I?” he asks, like doing so is causing him so much trouble.

You roll your eyes and follow him down the stairs.  “It’s not like I forced you to say yes, when I asked.”

He grunts in response and opens the door for you.  You still had a while before you would have to start applying to colleges, but you had asked Hiro to show you around his campus, so you could start getting an idea of what college life was going to be like, and what to expect from when you go to visit other campuses.

“Will you take me to see your lab?” you ask as the two of you walk down the sidewalk.

He shrugs.  “If you want.”

“Will we get to see Baymax?”

Hiro looks at you with narrowed eyes, “Why does it seem like you’re more excited to see my robot than you are me?”

You grin mischievously, “Maybe because I am?”

He gives you a flat look before a new idea pops into his mind that makes him smirk.  “You're just in denial about how much you want my body, now that you’ve seen me naked.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting.”

“You’re the one picturing my junk in your head.”

You slap a hand over your eyes, “I wasn’t until you said something!”

He bursts into laughter as you shove him.  “If you take off your shirt again, I might consider dropping this little incident.”

You glare pointedly at him, “I’m not taking my shirt off for you, you perv.  Besides, you’ve already seen everything, so what’s the point?”

You catch his gaze dipping down to your chest before he meets your eyes again.  This time, he’s the one grinning mischievously.  “Don’t think that I haven’t noticed you going up a cup size over the past year.”

Your jaw drops as you gape at him.  When you recover, you slap his shoulder, “You really are a pervert!”

He laughs and takes a step away from you when you try to hit him again.  “I’m a guy, what do you expect?”

“No, you’re a pig!” You tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“At least I’m a cute pig,” he grins cheekily.

“Why do I hang out with you?” you ask with a shake of your head.

“Because I’m awesome.”

“Yeah, that’s totally the reason,” you respond sarcastically.  “Hiro Hamada is the coolest and most awesome person on the planet.  I mean, who wouldn’t want to hang out with him?”

“I know, right?!  But you forgot to mention sexiest person, as well.”

“I think Baymax is sexier than you are.”

“Hey!”

You have to laugh at his insulted face.

“You don’t actually believe that.  Especially now that you’ve seen my-”

“Can you stop?!”